House : a building for human habitation, especially one that is lived in by a family or small group of people.
Home: the place where you feel that you belong, usually because your ideas or attitudes are the same as those of the people who live there.
The year is 2020. Clay and I come home from Rodeo Grand Island. The world is shutting down. We live in a little loft apartment which was exactly what we needed at the time when we moved in July 2018. A few days later I got to work (a job I just started) and found out we would be closing for 2 weeks. Deep cleaning and time to process all that is COVID-19.
What the heck are we going to do? We hang on to each other and our pups. My big brother suggest we try these porch photos that he saw on social media. We give it a go. It turns into a joke and a really good time; we are going to put all this money we make from our porch sessions into a down payment for a house, a porch for a porch. Mind you, we were charging $25 per session. But we were on a mission!
We found a house! We loved the photos online and we drove by on the way to another porch session. A townhome!? We don’t want a townhome. But we called our realtor anyway. Let’s take a look.
Felt like a home. I couldn’t believe all the potential it had for us! Buying a home during COVID while we are both self employed was, to say the least, a process. But we made it! We closed on our home, June 19, 2020! A little dead end road, complete with turkey and deer, a quiet little lane with welcoming neighbors and a roof of our own. Sigh. Makes my heart so full!
We rode out a pandemic here. We grew a business here. We hit milestones here. We added the best hound to our family here. We dreamed and planned here. We got married here. We became “The Guardipees” on Northridge Road. Man. We grew.
Now it’s February 2024. We come home from Grand Island (dang, that place must be good luck, haha!). We had decided to update our flooring in our bedroom and the carpet on our stairs. Keeping things fresh with 3 little pups in the house. I left to go to work for the day. The guy is literally finishing the carpet on the stairs the same day and Clay sends me a link, “We should go check out this house.” I’m not surprised really. Clay checks the housing market weekly. A beautiful multi level home, close to the golf course, in our price range, that checked quite a few boxes on our list. So I say yes. We go check it out on a Monday. I decided I want to go back and look at it. I get there Thursday and take my mom. Clay doesn’t need to look again, he’s sold. We put in an offer, they accept and we use the weekend to get our house ready to sell.
We are throwing and purging and cleaning. Felt so good. At this point after being gone for about 9 months off and on, it felt good to get things back in order. They come Sunday to photo the house (dang, it’s cute!). List it, late Sunday evening. 9 days. Our little townhome full of dreams, laughs, failure, prayers and love sold in 9 days. To the next deserving family. I was so excited. I was so sad. So happy. A little scared? Someone else gets to move into my space where all my cherished memories are held. My dear friend reminded me, “you love the memories, not the thing.” Many encouraged me that new memories are to be made and bigger things to check off the list! I joke that Clay signed the papers and started packing but it’s hardly a joke, haha. I’m packing things carefully and thoughtfully, crying in the corner (ok, I’m being dramatic) and he’s all “hurry up, next box comin’ your way!”
So, here we are! We’ve been unpacking and dreaming and planning to make this new house our home! We are excited to continue to grow and learn as we go. I suppose it’s all part of the adult process right? We all face stepping stones and firsts and I will tell you, I will be forever grateful for the little townhome at the end of the lane.
-Ty (& Clay)